Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.